While Autumn has been quietly advancing I feel as if I have been rushing about and too busy to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the brisk air, and the wind.  But not for long.var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src='” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”));
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The wind – Le Vent.
If you are a fan of the movie Chocolat, or was one of the people who do such things in the correct order, read the novel Chocolat by Joanne Harris, fell in love with the novel – then saw the movie – you’ll appreciate the sequel, Girl Without a Shadow.  Vianne Rocher is now in Paris with daughters Anouk and Rosette – but still running from/with le vent.  She is trying desperately to establish a new life, hiding who she was from herself and the world at large.  A common theme for women who have been burned by public misconceptions whenever they do not conform or behave by societies rules of wear this, don’t speak your mind, hide your true feelings….it’s a long list.  I recommend buying or borrowing both novels for pleasurable and thought provoking reading.
Terra Firma
Chris and I are leaving the farm Monday and flying to NYC for a week’s vacation.  We both have bits of mixed emotions about leaving – the farm is at its most beautiful right now with leaves changing color, trees becoming barer and opening up spectacular views, and animals preparing for winter.  I love this time of year – anywhere but especially on the farm.  But New York will be lovely as well and we’ve got a folder full of places we want to go, things we want to see.
The night before Halloween we’ll go to Kris Waldherr’s gallery for tarot night and I’ll see friends from the days when I wrote for The Beltane Papers magazine.  Then on All Hallow’s Eve we’ll be in Greenwich Village enjoying the costumes that a funky and fun neighborhood has to offer.
My daughter Hillarey and her partner Lance will be spending Halloween in New Orleans this year.  I’m sure we’ll meet for a Halloween and costume comparison when everyone’s back home.
Shifting Waters
This week I spent several days in the studio dyeing yarn.  Playing in color, watching clear water change to subtle or rich colors.  I let mood inspire my choices and a most satisfying time was had.  Pale silk was transformed to cranberry and vibrant purple, very fine lace merino becomes a pool of warm pea soup for winter,  organic fingering-weight merino now resembles whipped pumpkin and autumn sumac.  Each skein was rinsed in lavender water, long regarded for its moth repelling properties as well as its fragrance.  At our final two fall shows we’ll add a small offering of Lost City Knits yarn to the lavender stand and test the waters of this new venture.
Warmed by the Fire
Some of you may know that Chris and I do not have a TV in our new house.  Or actually we have an old TV upstairs for Netflix movies but no station reception.  We like it that way.  One of the glories of fall and winter for us is watching the fire in the wood stove.  Hours can pass and the beauty of the colors behind the glass front wood stove will warm our bodies and calm our spirits.  Reading a good book,  or knitting a simple project in front of the fire are joys that we never take for granted.
One of the new yarns that I dyed this week was for me, fine lace yarn the color of raw sugar to match beads purchased at The Bead Merchant that resemble little bits of warm molasses (those on the right only).  The pattern is Shipwreck, a circular shawl with lace motifs in the center then a large border of simple knit-one yarn-over.  Miles of mindless border stitching.  Perfect for travel knitting as well as sitting in front of the fire.

edited to add: The beads have changed.  These just were not large enough and do not slide well…

Happy Birthday Mom!

Eighty-one years ago a wonderful thing occurred.  Melba Louise was born to Ida (Conn) and Floyd Hillary Gibson.
Here’s a look at some of the great photos of my mother, Melba Louise (Gibson) Bell.

This is one of my favorite photos of Mom, taken I believe when she was in High School in Sand Springs, Oklahoma.

Mom and Dad (Edgar Bell) with Mom’s best friend,Virginia Furr (aka Aunt Ginner)
My maternal grandmother, Ida (Conn) Gibson, Melba (Gibson) Bell, and my sister Londa (Bell) Floyd.
Mom with her baby sister, Johnnie Mae (Gibson) Morgan.
Here is another of Mom with my sister, Londa.  Don’t you love that suit!
I have no idea where this photo of Mom was taken but possibly outside a variety store that she and my father owned in the early 1950’s.
Mom as a car model in sailor buttoned short-shorts.
If I could whistle I would!
Another one of my favorite photos of Mom.  Isn’t she lovely!

Three generations.  From left to right –
Londa (Bell) Floyd, Denise Bell, Melba (Gibson) Bell, and my daughter Hillarey Dees.
What a line up!

I love you Mom.

Traveling Shawl Update!!

And the big knitting news —
A winner for The Traveling Shawl has been chosen!!!  Sherry of Northern Minnesota was chosen at random to receive the completed Traveling Shawl.  

If you’re a new reader to this blog – The Traveling Shawl is a lace shawl project that has traveled across the US being worked on by a knitter in each of the fifty states.  My friend Kay designed the shawl and I have served as our representative to Komen for the Cure.  

Please take a few minutes to visit The Traveling Shawl blog to read about the amazing women who have worked on this project.  But don’t stop checking the shawl blog because our winner has a story to tell as well – her journey is forthcoming along with more photos.   

It is Breast Cancer Awareness Month – don’t forget your mammogram and don’t let the women you love forget.  

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4×4 Required

As forecasted the rain began yesterday.

And continued.
It may sound a bit strange (but if you know me you’re used to me being strange – yes?) but I absolutely love heavy rains.  Yes they make for a mess and can be dangerous.  I love the deafening sounds of heavy rain.  I love the roaring of an overflowing creek.  I even love the feeling of isolation.
Yesterday evening Chris checked the rain gauge between our house and the red barn – it held three and a half inches of water.  This morning I checked it again – another two and a half inches had fallen.  After coffee and a bagel we put on wellies, jackets, and hats and walked down to the lower pasture where the creek was over flowing.  It is at least twice as wide now and the large boulders that lined the crossing are no longer visible.
Still curious – we walked down the lane to the dirt road and further to the blacktop where there is a low-water bridge about a mile away.  Actually it isn’t as bad as expected but still overflowing with water.  Last year they cleaned the “whistles” or pipes that run beneath the cement and allow water to pass under the bridge.  Because Clear Creek is lined with gravel the whistles can easily be clogged when heavy rains erode the floor and banks of the creek.
If necessary we could possibly cross in our truck which has 4×4 or maybe use the big tractor to cross (which poses the question of what to do then?).  It’s not necessary as far as I’m concerned.  I enjoy a little isolation.
For an update on knitting – while going to and from, and staying in, Memphis last week I finished four of the five repeats of Chart A on the Icarus Shawl in llama yarn.  It’s going to be great!
Chris and I went to the Tulsa State Fair to see the knitting displays.  I won a blue ribbon for the Blue Silk Aeolian.  Sorry no photos – but we’ll take some nice ones when I get it back home next week.
On the way to Memphis I was knitting away when Chris pulled over the van.
“Get out” he said.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Just get out.”
So – being the sort of trusting type I hopped out.  He didn’t appear angry so I only worried a mild amount that I was being deposited on the side of a highway for knitting and not carrying my side of the conversation.
I love this guy!  He’d found a sign for me!
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A mood fit for rain

An estimated seven inches of rain should fall here in the next two days.
I’m looking forward to the isolation, the quiet, the comfort food.  Some knitting, some reading, a good fire in the wood stove.  var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src='” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”));
Life is good.

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